Someone recently told me I couldn’t possibly be legally blind because my eyes don’t look dead. I was appalled, offended and shocked. I could have used the opportunity to educate or fire back an angry retort. Instead, my undead eyes just stared at them. Even seeing the words come out…
Fakebook Friends
We post the happiest pictures on Instagram: everyone smiling, at interesting places, having a great time. We publish wonderful sentiments about people, events and occasions on Facebook. We Tweet about rainbows and unicorns in 280 characters or less. We are all loving life . . . and each other. At…
Rage, Rum Or Risen?
“I’m visually impaired and never see straight so it’s hard to know if I’m mad, drunk or awake.” —- Sister Rain
Cured
Five years ago today my husband, in his mid-forties, was diagnosed with congestive heart failure. There were discussions of a heart transplant. Eleven months prior, I woke up without my sight. A little cane back, not much, and I miss it every day. This morning my healthy husband lays sleeping…
Card Stock
We are redoing our home office so I have been cleaning out the old to make way for the new. I spent some time this morning going through some papers using my Merlin electronic magnifyer, including the cards I received when my mom died. The plan was to keep just a…
When It All Just Fitz
My husband’s beloved Seattle Seahawks played the Arizona Cardinals yesterday. As we watched the game all I kept thinking about was the relationship between the Cardinals’ Larry Fitzgerald and the recently passed Senator John McCain. Dear husband, I was, of course, intensely focused on the game as well. In case you don’t…
Betwixt Is A Treat
We all spend time “between”: between jobs, relationships, meals, hair appointments, books, and the dreaded rock and a hard place, to name a few. These instances are at once before and after, so different from everything else in our life that is either one or the other. There is a guarantee…
Fill ‘Er Up
This is what it looks like before the blog is written. White. Empty. Daunting. I usually don’t even log on until I am ready to put finger to keyboard because staring at a blank space waiting for my creativity to happen is depressing and frustrating, causing my head to fill…
